Yuna knew too much about Wesley. Arguing with him at this moment would irritate him and he might even stuff her in his pocket.

She wisely chose to accept the reality openly, and obediently followed behind Wesley.

Sure enough, they were at ease with each other all along the way.

When they were back at the Hayes Family's old house, it was already past seven. The rays of warm yellow light illuminated the thick wooden door of the old house and also some casual bricks and tiles, making the house a haven of peace and tranquility.

Yuna followed Wesley across the yard, and when she entered the room and was about to change her shoes, a familiar female voice suddenly came out of the inside room. "Miss Xu?"

She subconsciously looked inside. It actually was Samantha.

Samantha had been sitting on the sofa and waiting for Wesley, and when Wesley finally came back, she unexpectedly saw that he had returned with Yuna. Instantly, she could not sit still. She walked over and alertly looked Yuna up and down. "Since Wesley is back, you've already gotten off work early, haven't you? Why did you come here with him?"

Above all, this was the old house of the Hayes Family where Wesley grew up, so he would not allow others to come in easily.

Yuna was greatly surprised at the frank jealousy of Samantha. She pondered for a moment and pretended to be serious. "Miss Young, I'm Mr. Mu's private secretary. I'm on call 24 hours a day. Mr. Mu just asked me to come with him and get something."

Samantha was not an ignorant little girl, so naturally she would not easily buy Yuna's story. But Yuna was really not Wesley's cup of tea, so she failed to have a sense of crisis over such a woman.

Moreover, Yuna seemed to stay on the straight and narrow, and she did not look like the kind of girl who dared to covet Wesley.

Samantha finally chose to believe Yuna for the time being, ignoring her and heading toward Wesley. "I'm going to fly to Canada at nine o'clock."

Wesley looked indifferent and distant while saying, "Have a good trip!"

"I didn't come here to hear that!" Samantha pouted with some grievances. "I want to tell you that when we were in the company before, I meant it! I have been fond of you for so many years, and I won't give you up!"

"That you won't give up is your own business, it has nothing to do with me." The bright light clearly showed the indifference on Wesley's face. "You don't need to come here specifically to tell me that."

"But I must let you know!" Samantha looked at Wesley stubbornly. "I don't believe I will lose to an ordinary woman!"

"..."

Yuna could not help sighing silently.

It was only hearsay that Wesley traveled with her. Why did she believe that without verification?

The truth was that Wesley almost gave her to Rowdy, OK?

Loved her? Bullshit!

"Say something!" Samantha eagerly and helplessly grasped Wesley's sleeve. "Is it so difficult for you to give me a chance?"

"Why should I give you a chance to just waste our time when it is impossible?" Wesley looked at Samantha and added, "Samantha, go back to Canada. Don't come back. Now Glasgow is not safe, and you can live well in Canada."

Samantha shook her head. "Unless you drive Yuna away."

She could accept that Wesley had many different women by his side, but could not accept that he paid all his attention to one woman. It made her feel both alarmed and sad.

In the past, all the women around Wesley aimed for his money and were not inspiring to look up to. Wesley also just used them as tools, and it was impossible for him to care for them. She would never swallow her pride to compare herself with those women.

But Yuna was different. She was not the kind of woman who stayed with Wesley for the sake of money. She could help Wesley with his business, different from any other women around Wesley.

But even so, the woman was not excellent enough! She wasn't content to lose to her!

Therefore, unless Wesley drove Yuna out, she would not just let it go.

Wesley frowned slightly with a gloomy and complicated look. This was a sign of his impatience and bad temper.

"Yuna is one of my people. You can't decide if she stays or goes. Besides, it's time for you to leave now."

He spoke calmly, but every single word that he had said was like a sharp knife, ruthlessly cutting Samantha's skin.

On hearing that, the tears almost welled up in the beautiful eyes of Samantha, who had originally felt aggrieved.

Even Yuna, as a spectator, felt that his words were so biting.

However, Wesley should not be blamed, because that was his temperament. He disliked being entangled and ordered by others the most. Unfortunately, that's what Samantha was doing.

However, Samantha did not know what she had done wrong, and she only saw that there seemed to be a layer of unbreakable ice frozen on the handsome features of Wesley, showing his alienation from her.

She suddenly felt that in this life, no, even in the next life, she would not be the one who could make Wesley abandon his indifference.

Samantha bit her lip, tried hard to hold back her tears, and turned to leave the Hayes Family's old house.

Yuna watched her back and heaved a great sigh. "What a silly girl! Since she decided to court you, it would be better if she studied your preferences. She was so brash, just like a moth darting into a flame."

Wesley was not moved by Samantha's departure, and he turned his head to stare at Yuna.

Yuna had thought that he would tease her simile, but did not expect him to ask, "Have you studied them?"

Yuna asked with a questioning look on her beautiful face, "Study what?"

"Don't you like me?" Wesley asked while knowing the answer. He crossed his arms, aggressive and overwhelming. "According to your logic, you should profoundly study my habits and preferences."

"..." After keeping silent for a long time, Yuna said, "Oh, you think too much."

"..."

"I do like you, but I'm not going to court you like Samantha." Yuna shrugged. "So, I don't want to study what you like!"

She made an irritated expression at Wesley, turned around, and ran upstairs. Then she stopped in the middle of the stairs and looked back at Wesley. "Also, cursing people is improper. If Samantha really tripped and fell, your Uncle Young would be sad."

After speaking, she instantly disappeared at the top of the stairs.

Wesley fixed his gaze in the direction she had left in, slowly clenching his teeth-

"Wicked girl!"

...

The next day...

Yuna was awakened by a call from Wesley early in the morning. She struggled to get out of bed and went next door to open Wesley's door.

She did not expect to see Wesley wrapped by a bath towel.

She subconsciously blocked her eyes with her hands. "Pervert!"

However, she could not help secretly peeping through her slightly open fingers.

Well, she had to admit that Wesley's figure was definitely superior to the A-list international male models! He was very seductive.

Yuna was about to swallow her saliva when she heard Wesley sneer. "Miss Xu, do you even have a hobby of peeping?"

Was she discovered?

Yuna was almost choked by her own saliva.

"Damn! How could Wesley know that I was peeping from this distance? How sharp his eyes are!"

Yuna put down her hand while thinking about that and stared at Wesley openly. "I have touched your body all over. Do I need to peep? What do you want me to do?"

"Help me change the dressing." Wesley sat down on the sofa with such regal dignity, as if all his commands were taken for granted.

He was injured in the chest, instead of his hands. He could absolutely change the medication by himself, but he had to ask Yuna to help him.

Fortunately, Yuna was used to it. She walked into the room with resignation and cut the gauze over Wesley's wound. Although Yuna was reluctant, she carefully checked the wound and made sure that he recovered well. Next, she first disinfected the wound and then started putting on a fresh dressing.

She had just woken up, so her hair was in a mess and she even looked sleepy still. However, her fair skin was almost transparent in the morning light, soft and plump. Her cheeks were like freshly shelled eggs, and they were so attractive that others could not help giving them a little pinch.

Her pajamas were so conservatively cut that he could see nothing but her beautifully shaped collarbone. She did not behave seductively, but just lowered her head and concentrated on changing the dressing on his wound. Her slender, white fingers kept moving, and her brush-like eyelashes fluttered frequently. For men, she was not as tempting as a picture of a sexy lady.

But Wesley stared at her, spontaneously remembering how her lips tasted and how charming she looked when she was lost in his arms.

She must not have known that sometimes she could be more charming than any other woman.

After a while, Yuna neatly and quickly redressed Wesley's wound. She was about to stand up, but someone suddenly pulled her by the arms. She fell back to the sofa and exactly bumped into Wesley's arms.

She uttered a cry of surprise, tried hard to avoid Wesley's wound, and stared at him angrily. "Are you crazy?"

Wesley stared at her full lips and tried his best to hold back his desire but failed, looking at her with his eyes becoming darker and darker. "I am crazy."

His voice was low and hoarse. Yuna was stunned, and immediately realized what it meant. Subconsciously, she wanted to break away from Wesley's hand, but his lips had touched hers.

This kiss could only be described by the word "hot". It was so hot that they could almost melt together and would never separate from each other.

This made Yuna have an illusion that Wesley had feelings for her.

Otherwise, he would not kiss her like that.

Such a beautiful illusion made Yuna greedy. She hoped that the kiss could continue and never stop. In this way, she could deceive herself and wantonly immerse herself in the illusion.

When they were immersed in the kiss, Wesley's hands slowly stretched from the back of Yuna's head down to her waist.

Feeling his rough hands on her waist, Yuna suddenly realized what was happening and pushed Wesley away. "No." He had an injury, and if it made his wound worse, he could not recover in half a month.

"I want you." Wesley's words were concise and clear, and he allowed for no refusal.

It took a lot of effort for Yuna to stop blushing, and she coughed. "I said no."

Wesley did not allow her to say no at all. He squinted at Yuna with an unfathomable look, and the latter felt that she would have no time to say anything in the next second, so she had to say, "I promise you that you can... do anything you want to me when you recover!"

It was a big temptation. Wesley thought about it for half a second and said, "Are you sure?"

Yuna nodded affirmatively. "Yes!"

She did not know what Rowdy had been planning recently, but Wesley had to recover from his wound as soon as possible. She did not want to see Wesley be taken by surprise by Rowdy.

In contrast, it was nothing significant for her to sleep with Wesley after his recovery.